"What an irony." In the financial trading center of Siris, the capital of the Airanhill Empire, an unknown man was waving the credentials in his hand in excitement. Far away, the tallest magic tower in Galenok, the capital of Greyken.
Inside, Alves looked at the report in front of him dumbfounded.
Just now, while waiting for the voting results of the magician representatives, he received a data report from a media survey.
Within seven days after Greken spread the news that he was involved in the Eiland Hill Empire, the stocks of all civilian industrial companies in Greken's country soared three times!
Grecken is no different than Elland Hill. Many industries in the Ireland Empire are free, and stocks can be bought and sold freely.
But Gricken was different. Gricken originally followed Alan Hill and insisted that stocks could be traded freely. As a result, the people did not buy it. Everyone had a negative and fearful attitude towards this method of raising funds.
The result is that the stock trading system established two years ago to imitate the Landseer Empire cannot be maintained at all.
In the end, the Grand Consul of Alves had no choice but to grit his teeth and announce "national reforms" to these enterprises.
The method of reform is to use treasury reserves to acquire some of the stocks of these factories through compulsory purchases.
At the same time, in order to take the lead, Alves and more than half of the consuls, parliamentarians, and senior magicians subscribed for a batch of factory stocks with their own money.
Then, after half a year, these factories began to make a lot of profits, and Alves suddenly became the richest man in Griken from the respected chief consul of Griken...
Now, in the past few days, as the news of Greken's attachment to the Alandhir Empire has spread, Alves's worth has tripled in one go!
Yes, the speed at which he is making money now is not much slower than printing money! If he sells his stocks now, the cash in his hand will probably be an astronomical figure!
"Lord Grand Archon... In this case, if... I mean if... our attachment to the Elanthir Empire is cancelled..." A confidant swallowed and looked at Alves.
He said somewhat timidly.
He paused for a moment before speaking out the outcome he feared the most: "Those who have already benefited, those who want benefits... I'm afraid they are going crazy..."
It’s a scary thing to think about: most of the consuls have been smiling all over their faces in recent days. You don’t need to ask for the reason: they have made money!
But now, if you tell them that the plan to annex the Elanshir Empire is cancelled, what will happen next?
The stock market will suffer due to bad news, and the money in their hands will shrink. The most terrible thing is that those who recently bought stocks at high prices will naturally not give up.
By then it will not be as simple as a financial tsunami, he will be responsible for the industrial shrinkage of the entire Greiken Empire!
The angry person will definitely not listen to his explanation, or he has no ability to explain. Even he himself does not quite understand why a textile factory with a market value of more than 200 million gold coins has become worth 2 million overnight.
Can't sell...
Everyone will just throw all their grievances at him, the poor great consul, and by then he will be full of words and unable to explain clearly.
"This is really a thing full of irony! Is the world crazy, or am I crazy?" Alves sighed, and could only shake his head at this private investigation report.
He was forced to become the richest man in Grecken, and then he tripled his worth in a daze...
What made him feel even more ridiculous was that now, those magicians who were determined not to buy stocks at that time were cutting their heads and crowding the Stock Exchange Center in Calennock, trying to buy the stocks that some people were selling.
And the people who bought the stocks, because of the situation at hand, turned out to be the staunchest supporters of the Irish company within Grecken.
Just thinking about it makes people think that stocks are a big hole dug by the Elanhill Empire!
"Sir, it's too late to say anything now. The parliament is counting votes. If we can join Eiland Hill, then everything will be happy. But if we cancel the attached plan, you have to think carefully about how to appease those people.
You are crazy." The confidant lowered his head slightly and told Alves his thoughts.
"Sir! Your Majesty!" Outside the door, a magician waved the vote results in his hand and rushed over quickly. He slapped his palms on the door and shouted in a hurry.
Alves was stunned for a moment, then looked at the door and ordered: "Come in! Give me the results!"
He knows that it is a blessing, not a curse, and that there is no way to avoid it. The result in front of him has already come out. What it is, he can only admit it and cannot change it.
After all, he is not the emperor of the Greken Empire who responds to everything, he is just a great consul.
If we talk about prestige, he can propose a general direction for governance, and no one will object and can discuss it seriously.
But if he is asked to make a decision, it would be a bit overwhelming. Chris can do this kind of thing, Andrea can do it, Albert can do it, and even the emperor of the Eternal Empire can do it.
To... But he, not even the late Grand Consul Ronsardele, could not do it!
"577 members of the Magic Council voted, 211 opposed, 293 agreed, and the remaining magicians abstained..." When he saw the contents of the vote results, Alves felt that he was about to collapse.
He really didn't want to see a result that he didn't want to see, and the fact was not kidding him. He shakily found a seat and sat down, and then let out a long breath.
"Huh... finally, we're safely ashore." Only then did Alves realize that his slightly dry palms were still trembling slightly at this moment.
He handed the result in his hand to his confidant, then grabbed a water glass on the table and took a sip of water to suppress his nervousness.
When he stood up again, Alves returned to the majesty of his great consul. He coughed, looked at his confidants who were already crying with joy, and pointed to the door of the room: "Let's go! It's our turn to implement it.
This is the result..."
"Yes! Sir." With this result, Alves' confidant lowered his head slightly, and the excitement on his face could no longer be suppressed. Alves became the deputy prime minister of the Eilanhill Empire. As a confidant, the tide has risen, and everything has gone up.
, naturally there is a brighter future!
The future has never been so beautiful! At this moment, he felt that the sunshine outside the window was so bright.
